The first thing you need to know about this story is that it’s true, more or less. When I was an undergrad at a small Catholic liberal arts school in the Upper Midwest in the 1980s, I was one of the editors of our quarterly literary journal. We published mostly heartfelt breakup poems and the occasional attempt at avante garde stories, as one would expe…
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